Supreme Lord
CHAPTER 60

More than a month has passed in a hurry.

Gu Qingfeng purified the purple gold flame every day, occasionally teasing the woman inside the mixed color crystal, and teasing the little turtle in his spare time.

The purple gold flames that were absorbed from the cave had been completely refined by him, thinking of waiting for the physical body to recover for some time to find a suitable opportunity to rebuild the foundation.

He's not in a hurry.

There's no rush.

Cultivating very easily, let everything flow, not to mention with a day-by-day rest, both body and soul gradually recovered.

The only thing that made him unhappy was that old man Huo De had not returned since he left last time.He heard from Fei Kui that the old man had been out there convincing some higher-ups the one with interest in Yunxia faction and some guest officials. When the time comes to compete for the main disciple, once there is an irreconcilable conflict with Jin De and Shui De, try to minimize the loss of the Yunxia faction.

Today.

Gu Qingfeng sat leisurely in a rocking chair, basking in the sun, drinking a little wine, and the little turtle lay on the ground lazily, with eyes half-open and half-closed, it was as if he was asleep again.

Gu Qingfeng shouted twice, thinking that this little guy's intelligence had been enlightened, and logically, he should have been able to communicate with himself, but when he tried to deal with the little guy, he was, the little turtle would always show a puzzled expression.

Just like this time, Gu Qingfeng tried to communicate with him using psychic techniques, the little man opened his sleepy eyes and looked at him, then directly stuffed his head into the turtle shell.

It's insulting Grandpa!

Gu Qingfeng could see it from the eyes of the little turtle, it was a kind of disgust, as if in his eyes, a lowly human like Gu Qingfeng was simply not qualified to communicate with him.

Clearly, this was a very arrogant little turtle, precisely a small turtle who considered his bloodline very noble.

"Yes, you shouldn't like me." Gu Qingfeng raised his glass and drank some good wine, and said with a smile, "After a while, I will let you see what I can do after I rebuild the foundation."

Gu Qingfeng poured a drink for himself, and after a while, a fat and fat man ran into Lingyin Park.

Gleaming hair, big ears, 1.5 meters high, whiskers, small eyes, no one but Fei Kui.

Gu Qingfeng had been training for five hundred years, and he had seen many kinds of monsters and ghosts, but this was the first time he had come across such a strange appearance as Fei Kui. The entire body looked like a ball of flesh, but this person still wore a small, elegant black robe that was specially made, which was rarer was this man had a polite quality in every move.

"Sir, are you resting?"

Gu Qingfeng lowered his head casually, looked at Fei Kui with a slight smile, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Hey, it's like this, the Great Competition of the Inner Sect will start in a few days."

"You can make arrangements for me ..."

"This ... My lord, I'm afraid you'll have to register for this matter directly."

"Why do you still have to sign up?" Gu Qingfeng had only worked as a handyman in the Yunxia Sect for a few years before, and had never entered any sect. "Isn't the inner sect's competition meant for sects to emulate disciple cultivation and immortal skills?"

"That's true, but aren't we going to compete to become the chairman of the Twelfth Academy? No registration is required for the inner sect competition. If you want to compete to be chairman, you have to register first."

"That's it ..." Gu Qingfeng stood up and wriggled, and said, "OK, let's go."

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As the days of the Great Competition of the Inner Sect approached day by day, the disciples who had been training outside returned one after another, after another, and the retreating disciples also left the closed doors one after another.

Every year on this day, the Yunxia School was extremely crowded, and all sorts of explosive news would be revealed one after another.

The cultivation base of which head has increased yet again, which head celestial art has increased again, the ranking of the heads from twelve pages can change, and so on.

But the most talked about this year was not the twelfth academy head, but Ouyang Ye.

If the foundation is successfully established, of course, it will not cause controversy, even Ouyang Ye who built the colorful foundation.

Ouyang Ye was a genius. This is a fact recognized by the Yunxia School. At a young age, he managed to build a foundation at the age of eighteen, and he built a colorful foundation. This was one of the few in the Yunxia School and even in the entire Qingyang region.

If that was the case, Ouyang Ye was far from being called a genius.

The little girl had a very high level of comprehension, the other disciples had only practiced one immortal art, but she had developed four immortal arts, martial arts, spells, swordsmanship, and formations.

Moreover, the achievements of every fairy art were not low, and the most proficient was the formation.

Ouyang Ye's cultivation level might not be very high, but his strength was extremely strong With the smooth four-door fairy art, he was ranked 33rd in the door competition in the last, and he was very strong, that is already very good you should know that his cultivation level a year ago was only at the sixth level of Innate, whereas the cultivation level of the thirty-fourth disciple was at the second level of foundation building.

However, Ouyang Ye's reputation as a genius was not limited to that alone. The reason why he had such a great reputation in just two years since he started his career was not only because of his good talent and high spiritual roots, nor was it his comprehension, but because of his bloodline.

blood power.

This thing is something you cannot ask for, it was given by the Ancestors, you cannot ask for it, and you cannot fix it.

What kind of bloodline Ouyang Ye had, no one knew, but just how powerful his bloodline was, many disciples had witnessed it with their own eyes a year ago.

Some people said that with the power of blood, it was not difficult for Ouyang Ye to become the head of the Twelfth Academy, but he did not.

He said that he had to compete for the head position with his own strength.

Now Ouyang Ye had built a colorful foundation, even if he did not use his blood power, with his colorful foundation and his smooth four-door fairy art, he was definitely qualified to compete for the head of the Twelfth Academy.

As the news spread, the disciples were discussing whether he would participate in the competition for the head of the Twelfth Academy this year.

The name of the Twelfth Academy's Head not only brought honor, but also status. After becoming the head, he would have many privileges in the Yunxia Sect, and the sect would also provide him with many training resources. The head of the academy is only qualified to be promoted to a direct disciple of the Nine Palaces.After you become a direct disciple of the Nine Palaces, and countless sources of training.

This was not important, the important thing was that only direct disciples of the Nine Palaces could compete for the main disciple.

This is the future head of the Yunxia faction.

Who wouldn't want to?

Everybody wants to.

However, for most disciples, they could only think about it.

If you want to compete to become the chairman of the Twelfth Academy, you must have the qualifications to compete, and you must defeat one of the Presidents.

The reason why those twelve people could become chieftains was because they were the top disciples among the inner sect disciples. It's too hard to beat them. Even the weakest head, Huang Yao, was at the sixth level of the base building. His martial arts achievements were incredible.

Of course, just because the head of the Twelfth Academy was strong did not mean that no one would dare to challenge him.

The top disciples in the inner sect all wanted to try their luck.

Three days later, it would be the Great Competition of the Inner Sect, and the competition for the position of head had to be registered first.

Today is the first day of registration.

Sure enough, four or five disciples enrolled in the morning.These disciples were all ranked in the top ten in the competition the year before, and they were all good in terms of cultivation and martial arts.

Many disciples gathered outside the main hall, wanting to see who would register as the head of the Twelfth Academy this year.

As everyone was discussing, Ouyang Ye appeared, and with him was his master Feixue Daoist.